BITTER PILL

A bird stopped by the window 
this morning
Perched on the sill
Feathers puffed with cold
​​Pecking for morsels
Not there
It flew away
As was it's will

You stood on the doorstep
this morning
Shivering and frozen
Desperate
Begging for scraps
Not here
I sent you away
Against your will

I wander aimless today
Searching for bits of myself
Lost
​​Gone with your cheating heart
I swallow the bitter pill
Wash it down 
With my will.
Marion Price ( 2019)